She stepped up to the micro phone and announced, "The winner is Shon
Johns." Darn, I really thought I would win with my writing. I worked really hard.
"This next special award goes to Naolin Itzel Crosthwaite - Gonzalez!"
As I ran up the center aisle to receive the award my heart pounded as the crowd roared. I felt children's eyes poring right at me. I was so confused.The principal said she gave me this special award because she thought my writing was inspirational and showed how people should be acting in school. I had gotten an award for my writing including two golden movie tickets.I was confused and proud. I didn't win but I thought this was more special because out of nowhere this award was given to ME by the principal herself. I was so excited.
My friends squeezed me as I returned to my seat. I had gotten the spotlight all to myself. I love to show off when I do something great in school. A few weeks later I had received a letter in the mail. This was surprising to me because I only received mail from my friends who live far away.I looked at the return address it said the Alhambra police department. I thought I had stolen something. I carefully opened it. I felt like I was opening my high school exam scores. I had a huge lump in my throat. I couldn't swallow. I ripped open the letter. I read it to myself. Apparently people at my school voted me and some of my other friends to go to this summer camp. Usually you would pay 2000 dollars for this experience. For me it was free because of my leadership skills. I was chosen. I told my parents, friend's, brother, and dog. Even my teacher.I was so happy. I felt bad for all the kids who didn't get chosen. In my mind I couldn't get rid of my happiness.
As you can see I like to show off. I love school, homework, and learning. I really don't see why children shouldn't get excited about doing great in school. Earlier in my years I started dancing folklorico, A Mexican folk dance. I started when I was three. It started to become more serious later in the years.
When I was six it really started to show that I was a little show off. One day we were coming close to a performance day. We were practicing really hard to succeed. In our choreography I would be in the back of this stage forming a V shape.
I was dancing along. Suddenly I felt a wiggle in my shoe.Then crish, crash, caboosh! The heel of my shoe fell off. All the colors of the studio wish washed in the mixed colors of my tears.
My ankle was numb. My dad swooped down and grabbed me off the floor in his arms. The pain was iced away. My friends kept staring until they knew I was ok. I didn't twist my ankle and I made it to the performance. I thought had I just the next been humiliated in front of all my friends? I hadn't, I still dance and love to.
I don't see a reason why to be unhappy. Parents will always pick you up when you fall, if you stand back up that will truly show who you are.
She stepped up to the micro phone and announced, "The winner is Shon
Johns." Darn, I really thought I would win with my writing. I worked really hard.
"This next special award goes to Naolin Itzel Crosthwaite - Gonzalez!"
As I ran up the center aisle to receive the award my heart pounded as the crowd roared. I felt children's eyes poring right at me. I was so confused.The principal said she gave me this special award because she thought my writing was inspirational and showed how people should be acting in school. I had gotten an award for my writing including two golden movie tickets.I was confused and proud. I didn't win but I thought this was more special because out of nowhere this award was given to ME by the principal herself. I was so excited.
My friends squeezed me as I returned to my seat. I had gotten the spotlight all to myself. I love to show off when I do something great in school. A few weeks later I had received a letter in the mail. This was surprising to me because I only received mail from my friends who live far away.I looked at the return address it said the Alhambra police department. I thought I had stolen something. I carefully opened it. I felt like I was opening my high school exam scores. I had a huge lump in my throat. I couldn't swallow. I ripped open the letter. I read it to myself. Apparently people at my school voted me and some of my other friends to go to this summer camp. Usually you would pay 2000 dollars for this experience. For me it was free because of my leadership skills. I was chosen. I told my parents, friend's, brother, and dog. Even my teacher.I was so happy. I felt bad for all the kids who didn't get chosen. In my mind I couldn't get rid of my happiness.
As you can see I like to show off. I love school, homework, and learning. I really don't see why children shouldn't get excited about doing great in school. Earlier in my years I started dancing folklorico, A Mexican folk dance. I started when I was three. It started to become more serious later in the years.
When I was six it really started to show that I was a little show off. One day we were coming close to a performance day. We were practicing really hard to succeed. In our choreography I would be in the back of this stage forming a V shape.
I was dancing along. Suddenly I felt a wiggle in my shoe.Then crish, crash, caboosh! The heel of my shoe fell off. All the colors of the studio wish washed in the mixed colors of my tears.
My ankle was numb. My dad swooped down and grabbed me off the floor in his arms. The pain was iced away. My friends kept staring until they knew I was ok. I didn't twist my ankle and I made it to the performance. I thought had I just the next been humiliated in front of all my friends? I hadn't, I still dance and love to.
I don't see a reason why to be unhappy. Parents will always pick you up when you fall, if you stand back up that will truly show who you are.